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“Yes,” I said, gripping the edge of the desk.

In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

“Good, now hold on to the desk and don’t let go,” he said, pulling my dress up so that my thong showed. It was turquoise, to go with the green dress, and he swore as his fingers moved under the strap.

I was melting under his control, and I couldn’t help but to obey

Slowly, he peeled it down, and I closed my eyes when I felt his fingers on me.

“So wet,” he said throatily, and I nodded, unable to think anymore.

With this man’s fingers on me, I was now completely without thought. Only pleasure. It surrounded me, capturing me, holding me in place. His thumb slid over my clit, and I shuddered.

“Christ, Lily,” he said, falling to his knees like a desperate man.

I cried out when his mouth touched the aching place between my thighs. The groan he made reverberated through my core, and I cried out again. His big hands spread my thighs, and I allowed him, amazed that I was just opening up to this man like a flower.

When his hands reached my ass again, he gently pulled the cheeks apart and pushed his mouth deeper, his face lost in my ass, his tongue stroking over the back of me.

Holy Fuck.

Little whimpers came out of me as I held onto the far edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white. With another groan, his mouth slid downward, tongue flicking over my clit and then sucking at just the right times. When I felt a finger push inside me, I laid my head down on the hard wood of the desk, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

After a few more flicks against my clit, his fingers fucking me, my orgasm came over me suddenly. I broke apart, screaming out as I shuddered. His face was still between my thighs, and his fingers kept moving, wringing as much pleasure out of me as possible. But from my sounds, he knew when to pull back, and he squeezed my ass again, his mouth coming down to bite one side.

“Fuck,” he said, sounding just as spent as I was. “You taste so good.” He helped me up, since I was still limp from the best orgasm I’d ever had, and he helped me pull up my thong and pull down my dress.

When I turned around, his chest pressed against mine, and he kissed me. I let out another embarrassing whimper, and he leaned me over the desk a bit as his mouth ravaged mine again. I could taste myself on him, and it made my body’s heat soar once more. Seriously, what was I doing? I liked to think that I was more rebellious than Stevie, but this was a whole different level.

My hand traveled down his chest until it landed on the hardness in his pants. He pulled back from the kiss when I touched him, and the heat in his eyes was enough to melt stone.

His hand slid over mine, and he said, “Another time, Lily.”

I swallowed and stepped out and away from him, unsure how to act or what to do. Or what the hell that just was.

“No Ms. Jones anymore?” I asked with a slight smirk, trying to return to the sarcastic façade he’d just quickly removed with his tongue.

He leaned back against the desk again, looking me up and down. So slowly, I could feel every rake of his eyes over my skin.

“I think we’re beyond that now,” he said, showing me that half smile.

The air felt heated again, like something was going to happen when the door to the glass castle opened, and a woman stood in the doorway, leaning against it seductively.

“Do you always meet with clients after hours, James?” she purred.

Instantly, all heat and lust in his face were gone, and his expression tightened when he turned to her. “What the hell are you doing here, Sandy?”

“I was going to ask her the same question,” the woman said, looking at me with a quirked, perfectly manicured brow. “This man is totally a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of man, girl. You’d better take care of yourself. I would say the same to my own daughter, Cassie. Get the hell out.”

“I was just going,” I stammered, not wanting to get in the middle of what the hell that was. “Bye,” I said, hardly looking at James as I hightailed it right out of there.

CHAPTER7

JAMES

I watched Lily go,her cheeks red, and this time, they weren’t red because of me. The thought made me both angry and jealous. Why the hell did Sandy have to come right then?

“What the hell? You can’t just demand people leave my office,” I said, straightening my tie, and pulling the jacket off the back of my chair.

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